Episode 2

She left the place and took a breath, stroking her arms to relax her goosebumps, tying her hair securely. But just as she was about to leave, a man shouted at her.

"Hey, beautiful, where are you going? Come over for a moment," Joshua said.

She took a deep breath, walking towards the red room, still holding the tray. Upon entering, her gaze focused on that man who was already lounging on the couch with a glass of whisky in his hand.

"Do you need anything else brought to you?" Jazmin asked anxiously, watching the men kissing those women.

"Yes, we need you to sit here with us," Roberto, an older-looking man in contrast to the others, said with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me, but I don't do that. I'm just a waitress, but I'll see who can help you with that," Jazmin replied, slightly annoyed and nervous.

Before she knew it, that older man grabbed her arm and then her waist, bringing his face close to hers. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Let me go, you idiot," she said.

"Sweetheart, why are you getting angry? I'll treat you to the best whisky in the world, and don't worry, I'll leave you a very good tip," Roberto said, touching Jazmin's leg.

"I said let me go," she said, her voice trembling.

"She said let her go," Emilio spoke from the couch, his voice loud and serious. Most importantly, he spoke in Spanish.

The women and the other man next to him fell silent as the tone of his voice was an order. They looked at Jazmin and Roberto.

"But Emilio, look at how exquisite she is, and she's Latina too," Roberto said, touching Jazmin's shoulders.

Jazmin took advantage of the moment when the man looked at Emilio and kicked him with all her might in the groin, causing him to fall at her feet.

"You fucking prostitute, you'll pay for this," Roberto said, lying on the floor, almost in tears.

The other men burst into laughter, looking at Roberto.

"Do you need anything else, someone else?" Jazmin asked, her voice trembling, her words becoming tangled, as she watched that man squirm.

Emilio looked at her, leaned back in the chair, and took a big sip of whisky.

Jazmin didn't wait any longer and left, walking to the restroom with trembling hands. She turned on the tap, letting water flow into her hands and splashing it on her face.

"Did something happen, Jaz?" Lola asked, worried, as she entered the restroom.

"A man tried to touch me," Jazmin replied.

"These damn rich people! I'll talk to my boss right away. They think they can do whatever they want with us because of their money."

"No, I already put that old man in his place. I just don't want to go back there," Jazmin said.

"Stay calm. I'll finish up here. Take a deep breath, Jazz. See you outside. I have to keep working," Lola said.

Jazmin took a deep breath, wiped away the tear that trickled down her cheek, and left the restroom. After several more hours of work, the last customer had already left.